I would make tea from her tampons just to see her tits
I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
We just had to use a designated driver to get to night class.
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
HE'S EATING THE CONFETTI. STOP HIM NOW.
it's like I can see my whorish nature reflected back at me in his wedding ring.
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
My mom just sent me this: "I like Jon, but he needs to be the one going down on you! Yeah, we saw your head pop up in your car last night."
Night one million where I have madri gra beads around my neck and no justifiable reason for where they came from
I mean I'm sad it didn't work out but tbh he he can't unlick my booty hole or unbreak his headboard... He won't forget my name ever
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.
it was a hallmark card with butt plugs.
I just put on my bra while peeing. I fear this will be my big achievement of the day.
He just compared fucking my vagina to a snow flake falling on his forehead: gentle.... I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not.
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